Presented without comment, Claire Danes and Michael Douglas.

Nine days and nine hours from the time that I am writing this, Meat Week 2010 will begin.

What is Meat Week? Well, it is a week (technically 8 days) of eating BBQ. Sounds delicious right?

Meat is delicious, and at it's core, Meat Week is a pure and innocent celebration of slow cooked animal flesh, but I must warn you, before you run headlong into Meat Week be sure you know what you are in for. Things are not always Sonny's in the Meat Week universe.

Just like joining Skull & Bones (all my information about Skull & Bones is from the movie staring Joshua Jackson and Craig T. Nelson), there is a dark and shady undercurrent, darker than a good ketchup based BBQ sauce. By participating in Meat Week, you are joining a club, a secret sauce society. You may as well be joining the Meat & Bones.

I can't say much more without risking my own life, but just consider yourself warned. Beyond the obvious dangers of cholesterol intake... there is... I best say no more. Not a word. Not a peep. Not an utterance more against Meat Week.

Pictured here: Founders of Meat Week, Erni Walker and Chris Cantey

I have no idea what Michael Jordan's been doing since he retired from basketball, but apparently he's been sucking at Twitter. Badly. Almost everyday. This peak inside his brain makes us believe that he might be the most boring super talented person in the world. He's defintely no Shaq, whose tweets routinely make us go lolwhut (lolwhu!?!). Here's a sample of the basketball legend's greatest non-hits:

Clearly, Michael Jordan is your 55-year-old mom with a huge crush on somebody.

This is the only he can say about the New Years? You ate too many shrimp. You're a legend and this is your only comment about NYE. Fantastic. At least we know we had a better NYE than somebody.

TWO HANDS TOGETHER, PEOPLE. LET'S CLAP IT UP. MICHAEL JORDAN DOES WHAT I DO EVERY FRIDAY NIGHT AFTER DRINKING A 24 PACK OF PABST.

Clearly, Gizmodo should hire this guy.

Ok, we have to hand it to MJ. This is a question worth asking. If you're 4-years-old. Or high. He was probably high.

If you'd like periodic updates from LG, you can follow us on Twitter @liquidgen. We promise to be just as boring as MJ and not spam you.

We don't know why Michael Cera is hanging out with Jersey Shore's Pauly D, but we can only assume it's for a new movie role, where Michael plays an adorkably awkward kid from Connecticut who spends a summer at the Shore and fist pumps his way into the heart of every trashy, drunken whore on the boardwalk. There's also a hilarious scene where he enters a tanning salon and hijinks ensues! Here's to hoping.

More pics at Celebuzz. BTW, make sure to take our How Jersey Shore Are You quiz.

I'm confused. What I really want to know is why nobody is bombed do death in this thing. I mean, I see lots of fire, a motorcycle, helicopter, some weird clown-looking dude who looks like he belongs in a Marilyn Manson video, but where are all the body parts flying everywhere. Everything about this video suggests that it should be absolute crap. I was really expecting Marissa Miller to be blown to pieces in this thing, but it just never happens. I always also expecting some sort of lame sidekick to pop up, or perhaps a talking robot. But none of that happened. Maybe this is a good thing? Could this be the first time that I've actually watched a Michael Bay directed film all the way through? I think it is. It's a freaking miracle.

Michael Bay, you are a genius.

It's happend with Jesus on pieces of cloth and tree bark, and now it's happening with Michael Jackson on hospital baby scans. What you see here is not just a baby, but the majestic face of the King of Pop Himself, Michael Jackson. This is such a miracle, you guys. How blessed are the parents of this child? Not only does their child look like Michael Jackson, but he'll probably sound and grab his crotch just the way He did. They can only hope, we're sure.

In the name of the Father, Son, and Michael Jackson. Amen.

(via Telegraph.co.uk)

Folks, we've been blessed with another Michael Jackson. Kinda. Here's a before and after of alledged steroid abuser/baseball player Sammy Sosa. Now we have no idea whether he bleaches his skin or has that crazy vitiglio disease, but we DO KNOW that his face looks squishy like a Madball. AMMIIRITTTTE GUYS?